Sun Qingyan gave Shao Ye a roll of her eyes. Sure enough, she forgot her last name when she saw the beauty: "Wipe your saliva, Niki is a little model in Russia."
Shao Ye looked away in embarrassment, sighing that in a big city, supermodels can be seen everywhere.
I secretly made up my mind: I must be rich, so rich that these exotic beauties will pounce on me when they see me.
He was still asking: "How do you know?"
Sun Qingyan said: "It is in the magazine, but it is not famous yet."
When the woman passed by him, she looked away from Sun Qingyan and looked at Shao. She had a plain face, but used lipstick to outline her lips very delicately. Her eyes were
It was very clear, so clear that it was almost cold, like the North Star on a snowy night. Shao couldn't help but think of the first time he saw Sun Qingyan in the church eight years ago. The dim church was lit with white candles. In the trembling candlelight, Sun Qingyan
There is no kindness and gentleness in Yan's eyes that we take for granted, but an inhumane coldness.
Shao also gave Sun Qingyan a nickname: Medusa.
Medusa is a character in ancient Greek mythology. Anyone who sees her eyes will be turned to stone!
The eyes in front of him were so similar to the eyes in his memory that it burned his nerves.
Shao also continued to ask: "Which issue of which magazine?"
Sun Qingyan had an arrogant expression and her eyes were cold and distant: "Why do you want to buy it and see it?"
Shao also looked at her expression and realized the seriousness of the problem.
"How is that possible? I just asked casually to see if she is a real model!"
Sun Qingyan looked as proud as a lioness: "That magazine has my exclusive interview!"
Shao also changed the subject: "Sure enough, all beauties are transparent in front of my stinky baby! I flipped through that magazine and I really didn't pay attention!"
Regarding Shao Ye's reconciliation, Sun Qingyan said "hum" and walked away dissatisfied!
Shao also booked the Kronenhalle restaurant, which is a local high-end restaurant with a history of more than 90 years. It specializes in traditional classic Swiss cuisine. The owner of the restaurant is also a private collector. The interior walls of the restaurant are decorated with many authentic works of celebrities.
It has a very modern artistic atmosphere, comparable to an art museum.
Sun Qingyan chose a corner. She was thinking about the Irish writer James Joyce who once wrote "Ulysses" at the table in the corner of Kronenhalle.
Can I use his inspiration to create a stunning masterpiece?
The food here is defined as simple and classic, with traditional dishes like rosti and veal.
The four waiters were all dressed in formal attire, and the dishes were presented in a very elegant manner.
Hmm...it seems like eating here is really a ritual.
Coincidentally, I met Niki again here.
The waiter greeted her and took her to the second floor.
She just sat quietly upstairs, with an upright posture and a calm expression. Her eyes glanced at Shao Ye downstairs, and there seemed to be a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. If she looked carefully,
But it seems like I can see the peaks covered with white snow on the top of the clouds, making it difficult for people to approach.
Shao would never look up like a nymphomaniac. From beginning to end, he didn't even raise his eyelids. As an experienced flirt, he asked the waiter to give Niki a drink while Sun Qingyan was going to the bathroom.
bottle of champagne, and calmly and generously raised the wine glass in his hand to the second floor.